Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Venezuela and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Panda Bear to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Tom Boy,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
Eden Ahbez,
Rapeman,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
The Raincoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Crime,
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Copeland,
Make Up,
Alison Limerick,
Pantaleimon,
MC5,
Blake Baxter,
Sam Rivers,
Skaos,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities,
The New Christs,
Q65,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
The Angels of Light,
F. McDonald,
Black Flag,
Johnny Osbourne,
Symarip,
The Moleskins,
KRS-One,
Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Holt,
The Searchers,
Joey Negro,
The Gories,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
Albert Ayler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
The American Breed,
LL Cool J,
The Motions,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.